Page 9 of Shatterproof


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The sigh that leaves me is coated in defeat, “Nah. Gonna have to be a wake and bake. Got a long drive back to Dalvegan, and we both know Blu doesn’t believe in breakin’ traffic laws.”

“A drive by, motherfucker?” my other best friend grunts in amusement. “Really?”

“Wake and bake it is.”

Hearing similar sadness in her tone somehow enhances mine. “You know I’d be clinkin’ forks with you earlier if I could.”

“You mean fighting over forks.”

“I mean you could let me land Airfork One every now and again. I’ve more than earned it.”

“Hey, I let you rock out with my heavy metal finger fork just last week!”

“And it cost me the last piece of that Heaven on Earth Cake, remember?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Convenient.”

“You know what’s not convenient?” More giggles grace my ears, melting my frame for a second time. “Not knowing what topping my Cowboy in shining armor wants on his baked treat.”

Her.

But she doesn’t have to be on top.

She can be on bottom.

I don’t mind putting the extra work in.

Feeling my cock stir uncomfortably in its wet suit confines is what causes me to fumble out, “What um…whatever you want.Surprise me.”

“I love to do that.”

The tiniest bite of my bottom lip is stolen. “I know you do, Angel Cake.”

“And this time I’ll bebakingan Angel Cake.” Arley snickers, warmly sighs, and then asks, “Text me soon?”

Of course, I’m gonna text her.

Ialwaystext her.

When I’m hanging out with Blu.

Guys from work.

Ma.

Before dates.

After them.

Even once in the middle of sex, but only because it was an emergency, and the chick was blindfolded.

Okay.

It wassort ofan emergency.

She wanted to borrow my truck to help T – one of her brothers – move his old desk to their cousin’s place.

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